My German Vacation Journal 6: trains canoes and shoes

To the train we skipped along a trail by the lake, under a bridge, into a tunnel, to Rathaus, or council house where the city government is located. We ate bratwurst and currywurst and walked to get gelato. Then canoes on the Alster river, a network of lazy canals winding behind huge beautiful homes with…

My German Vacation Journal 3: Beethoven, Porgy and Bess

Meanwhile high above Nova Scotia I'm watching the Salzburg choir and symphony perform a majestic piece by Bach and I'm reminded of a great scene from Band of Brothers illustrating how horror and beauty inhabit the same landscape. American paratroopers of the 101st airborne are sitting in the bombed out shell of a building observing…

My Germany Vacation Journal 2: Lord, I just want to see, and eat some bratwurst

The things you see when you travel, airports, planes and places of sanctity I've heretofore resisted revealing. I stood next to a young man in the Tulsa airport men's only place of business expressing our relief and noticing his multitask wizardry. He was text messaging. I won't ask to borrow his phone I won't I…

My German Vacation Journal 1: living with our past while hoping in our future

It's 1969 and I'm in the woods looking for Germans along with my nine year old buddies helping our friend Tom celebrate a birthday before the advent of chuckie cheese. He wanted to play war games after cake and ice cream so we drifted through the timber firing our fingers like browning automatic rifles at…